Lost in dreams
that come to life.
The time, it seems
to kindle life.
To feel the breath
from angel's wings
and winter's death
what nightmares bring.
In blackened night
and sunny day
I seek Her light
the only way.
Through dreams and sleep
Can find the way
What's buried deep
And in dismay
Is now brought forth
into sight
through will and force
into light

Shadow Ranger, Arae Windsong

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Valnuary, in the year 395 AF.